The Youth & The Scandal

I haven’t talked to my daddy since I was five but I talk to my father everyday.
but I’ve learned to ignore his message when he buries me in his words.
every dinner feels the same except an extra candle on my birthday.
I’ve learnt to accept it, I dream for an exit.

I’ve lost faith in god, how can you be so forgiving to such a cruel world?
cause every man wants a piece of flesh, they dont see you for who you are.
they’ll punish you for the scandal and leave the man forgiven.
I’ll learn to accept it, I always do.

I’ll learn to accept it, I dream for an exit.

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